Saturday, January 21, 2017

Carouselfie

Throughout the morning and during the whole nightNot a creature was stirring not even a billowing kite Sentient to certain vibrations the higher up it climbedNor a wooden rocking horse leaping over a crescent moon Viewed through wind chimescould ever escape the viewAgain in a merry go round through the carved horse'sInlaid eye one facet gleamingat a time preparing to beginThe same ride as beforeall over again once more